Unsaid speech anxiety…

Unsaid speech anxiety
I bury bye in the night.
Windows towers - all on the road,
I see a weak candle flame.

Whether to wait for a late meeting the agreed,
I know - a young heart in a way, –
The scent of an unknown meeting
The heart wants to shake and bloom.

On this night, fragrant dew,
Like wet passions words,
Hard fall on soft Spit -
Morning will burn head…

But neskázannoy speech anxiety
Goodbye to the night - not a lot.
Weak flame looking down the road,
Bright flame shivers in teremu.

6 December 1901
St. Petersburg

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